TheMarshall
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Hello Matt and Andy...Regarding the lost class ring.
Fascinating if you can find out the circumstances that explain how the ring came to be in what is now your back yard.
Years ago I to found an American's class ring on our local beach, after the boating lake here in the UK., was drained for repairs.
Tried every facility available then, to locate its original owner, even e-mailed the school, but zero response.
That was several years ago, and broadband wasn't available then.
Now, with that new site, I may have another go.
During world-war II, your Military were based locally at Burtonwood-Liverpool and Sealand-Cheshire/Wales.
Memories of their presence still remain bright, even though I was only a young wide-eyed child
Transporters going one way with damaged US planes, and truck loads of GI's going the other way.
"Got any gum chum?" we'd shout, and they'd throw packets for us to scramble for.
They were generous and cheerful young men, thousands of miles from home.
There were no sweets for us during the war, even though my ration book had coupons in it allowing the purchase of 4 ounces per month........................
We didn't know the meaning of pocket money then, except on birthdays, when some relations gave you a brass 'three-penny-bit, (if you were lucky)
Fascinating if you can find out the circumstances that explain how the ring came to be in what is now your back yard.
Years ago I to found an American's class ring on our local beach, after the boating lake here in the UK., was drained for repairs.
Tried every facility available then, to locate its original owner, even e-mailed the school, but zero response.
That was several years ago, and broadband wasn't available then.
Now, with that new site, I may have another go.
During world-war II, your Military were based locally at Burtonwood-Liverpool and Sealand-Cheshire/Wales.
Memories of their presence still remain bright, even though I was only a young wide-eyed child
Transporters going one way with damaged US planes, and truck loads of GI's going the other way.
"Got any gum chum?" we'd shout, and they'd throw packets for us to scramble for.
They were generous and cheerful young men, thousands of miles from home.
There were no sweets for us during the war, even though my ration book had coupons in it allowing the purchase of 4 ounces per month........................
We didn't know the meaning of pocket money then, except on birthdays, when some relations gave you a brass 'three-penny-bit, (if you were lucky)